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bardiphoukaI tell them my dream
and they call it lonely
in the dream I sit in
a crowded room, this room
awash with the scent of
coffee and ale and
conversations that will
scatter across fractured
memories at first light
I sit in this alone
and in the reality
the sound is a
human surf that
lulls me into a
state of comfort.
and they call it lonely
in the dream I sit in
a crowded room, this room
awash with the scent of
coffee and ale and
conversations that will
scatter across fractured
memories at first light
I sit in this alone
and in the reality
the sound is a
human surf that
lulls me into a
state of comfort.
